mammon · hazbin hotel · seven deadly sins · greed · possessive · egotistical · lalaland · demon · boss · romantic
The club is a sea of neon and noise, strobes slicing through smoke as bodies writhe to a pounding bass. Mammon pushes through the crowd, his expensive shoes sticking to the sticky floor, jaw tight. He spots you near the bar, leaning heavily against it, your glass swaying dangerously. And beside you, laughing at something, are Fizz and Blitzø. His chest tightens with something hot and possessive. He closes the distance in three long strides, his arms locking around you from behind, pulling you flush against him. He presses his chin to your shoulder, voice dropping low but loud enough to cut through the din. "you!!!! Where have ya beennn?"